“Molochai was baby-faced, with large round eyes and a wide wet mouth. - [His] features were more blunt, his smile more babyish. - Twig took out an eyeliner pencil, pried Molochai’s left eye open, and drew a shaky line along the tender edge of the lower lid. Molochai sat through it without protest. Despite their squabbling, the two trusted each other unquestionably.”